Bar Guide 2014: Daddy Mojo's

Daddy Mojo’s is the closest Portland will ever get to a Detroit bar. At least, this is what an enthusiastic Motor City friend tells me while touting the sports dive’s menu of crawfish, meatloaf and sushi. All available wall space is mounted with flat-screen TVs sporting basketball and football, when it’s not taken up with framed and autographed photos of retired Belgian tennis star Kim Clijsters; the owner is a fan. He’s also a sushi chef, but nonetheless held onto the soul-Cajun recipes he’d bought from the bar’s founder, which range from jambalaya to racks of ribs. Meanwhile, a sawbuck at happy hour will net you a massive spicy-catfish maki roll that’s a lot tastier than you’d expect in a bar with $2.25 domestic beer and a $3.50 cheeseburger and fries. If this is what bars are like in Detroit, I have a $500 house I’d like to buy. MATTHEW KORFHAGE.